"This tea..." Li Yuanjing was stunned.
Deshun bowed his head and said, "This is the winter tea prepared by the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
There was nothing wrong with Li Yuanjing's tongue, so he naturally knew that the winter tea prepared by the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not taste like this. Li Yuanjing leaned back. The cushion was extremely soft and fit the contour of his waist perfectly.
He reached out and touched the two cushions. They were soft and comfortable, with delicate brocade cloth as satin, and a faint scent of mugwort.
The cushions made by the embroiderers in the Imperial Household Department are often more gorgeous than practical. Obviously, these two cushions were not made by the embroiderers of the Imperial Household Department.
"Where did it come from?" Li Yuanjing asked Deshun.
Deshun lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, and told the truth: "Your Majesty, this is the rose ginger tea that Master Shen left before she left. She said that it is cold in winter, and Your Majesty is tired from reviewing memorials. Drinking more of this tea can warm your stomach and relieve fatigue."
After a pause, Deshun continued in a low voice: “Master Shen was worried about the arrow wound on your back, and was afraid that the pillows in the palace were not soft enough, so he specially collected the best cotton and cashmere and made two pillows.”
Li Yuanjing felt pain in his heart.
No one could care for him like this except his Vivi.
He ascended the throne as emperor, standing at the highest point of Qing Kingdom, covered in glory. But when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Li Yuanjing looked at the huge palace. Lanterns were lit everywhere, like a huge cage. It was cold everywhere, without any trace of worldly affairs.
He felt lonely.
He always thought of Shen Wei, and the ordinary yet beautiful five days he spent with Shen Wei in Liujia Village.
Unfortunately, the time is not right yet, and he cannot take Shen Wei back to the palace.
...
Inside Qing Palace.
The weather was still cold, and clusters of plum blossoms were blooming inside the palace walls. The queen was in a very good mood. The feeling of being in power again was so wonderful that she became a little carried away.
Aunt Liu saw this and couldn't help but remind her, "Master, although you are now in charge of the six palaces, you should look at the long term, but don't bother with the concubines."
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